Oh... I'm the dick

I'm now sitting on the plane resting easy, for at least the last 30 minutes.

When I arrived at the airport, my app listed the wrong terminal. So, I had to train to down to the farthest end to the terminal I was departing from. it took me a minute to make sense of the change and so of course, I would get down to the train just as it was pulling away. It was the perfect primer for what would be a continued theme of waiting for more waiting. Wait for the train to wait on the train to wait in another line and another and so on.

As I approached the security, I was immediately annoyed at the guy in front of me for meandering around each turn of the empty maze. I followed him for a couple turns finding myself increasingly fed up. So I dipped under the last one 🤦🏻‍♀️ and popped in front of him.

"He certainly had time to chill, it was fine, I have a plane I’m already friggin late for!" (My internal dialogue was in full force at this point, I won't share everything, I already feel embarrassed enough sharing this story at all.) He was cool it seemed… At least I couldn't feel any angry vibes at my back, I wouldn't dare look back at this point.. But it might just have been that all I could feel was my blood pressure and anxiety rising with the creeping minutes, the not so long line was taking its sweet time. Finally making it through past the guard only meant yet another que.

I assured myself that I made the right move as 3 more people stacked between us. “That could’ve been me back there.” As I looked on with even more annoyance at the people not understanding the bin system and not getting in to the open slots without being told, not keeping things in a forward motion.

I kept my eyes low as to not have my mind read, too rude for anyone at this point “What is this just the security line for first timers?! I’m going to miss my friggin' plane! Idiots!!!” And jumped into a slot as soon as it was open, finding myself waiting again for a bin to arrive… and then WAITING for a slot to feed my bin onto the belt.😤

Finally releasing my stuff into the hands of security, Ready for my close up, I look up to see the guy I cut in front of now in front of me. 🫣I immediately felt the embarrassment of my cutting that had been simmering in my depths as we stood in line, hit my face, but even still I had a wince of gloat when he was pulled aside to get his pat down. A wince rewarded by my bag getting pulled aside for its own little intimate time with the TSA. 🤬

Hurriedly, I pulled on my shoes and my jacked and grabbed my bag as he finished to scurry away to my gate as time was closing in. By this time, though, my water chug was finding its way through to my exit so I made a quick pit stop thinking my gate was just around the corner. It wasn’t… it was around and down and as I was power walking down the moving sidewalk I hear a call to my gate.

Time to RUN!!!!!!!

Straight to one more line that fed past the ticket agent to another effing line! All that energy, the anxiety, the worry wasted! The rush, the run, for NOTHING!!!!

Anxiety and worry melted immediately as I landed my ass in my chair. I took a breath and sigh of relief only to I look up and see THAT GUY!!! 😳🤦🏻‍♀️ cool and calm walking down the aisle to his seat… oh that’s right… I’m the dick 😅🙌🏼